a very good <changing> has sat hisself on my doorstep for months and years and we have eatin together and loved and lost and loved and stars fell on us-we laughed and i mustve thanked him sincerely for never letting me feel how it felt to not be in love , "whats that feel like?" and sometimes i had closed the door and walked upstairs- went to sleep in large bed alonely but always made it down on time to break fast and suddenly we ran like cheetahs speaking in tongues and still laughing-townsfolk always just saw a blur until we posed for flicks when the crowd paid us in jealousy and i aint even trippin man this is a true story with true haters that just want to squeeze in between our hugs and transform themselves in2 lovers but they never wore the right oils and once i couldnt find him he shot hisself from the sun just exploded offa it like a sun drop and shared his heat when it got winter sadness and i swear Sade had wrote lovers rock after dinner at our house i served curried lentils and he said it was the best he had and rubbed his tummy and smiled and i fed and fed forever and we were LIVE in concert with sold out tickets wit just the journey i had tried to remember what we did yesterday until time ceased to exist and he reminded me it didnt thabisile so i couldnt plan ahead or bring up " that old shit" and it was o.k
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